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The Ending
Nyota slowly entered their shared quarters. The rooms were dark and there seemed to be no sign of her fiancé. Ny bit her lip, Spock must be upset with her to not have returned from his shift already. Well, she deserved it, she had acted like a child. She had acted worse than even Jim Kirk in this situation. Sighing, she placed her PADD down on the small table in the living area before moving towards the sleeping area. She would have plenty of time to think over her apology before Spock arrived. She didn't bother to turn on the lights, there would be no need for her guilt to see the light. She slipped off her boots and entered the bedroom.
The sight there took her breath away. The whole room was filled with candles casting a gentle, romantic ambiance, there was soft music playing the background but the most beautiful sight was Spock clad only in his black sleeping pants holding a single rose. Ny flung her boots to the floor and raced into his open arms. She held him tight for all she was worth letting her tears of joy stream down her face flinging the single rose towards her boots. Maybe, just maybe Gaila was right and Spock's Vulcan communication skills were the only thing to blame, that Spock really did only want clarification on Terran rituals. "Oh Spock, I am so sorry for the way I acted. I didn't mean to get so upset over what you said. Please forgive me." She breathed into his chest.
There was no mistaking the Human emotion known as guilt that ripped through Spock's heart. "Nyota, you have nothing to ask forgiveness for." His words were soft as he tugged her chin to lift her face towards his own. "It is I who should ask forgiveness. I have not tried to be the most understanding groom that you deserve." He took a deep breath and led them towards the bed. They sat down on the edge with Nyota's eyes searching his for answers. He intertwined their fingers as he began to 'bear his soul'. "I believe the correct emotion standing in my way of understanding the current situation is pride. I did not want to have to ask you for a proper explanation of all the aspects of the festivities." He watched her understanding smile slowly spread across her face. "I should have asked you many days ago to explain everything that I was not already knowledgeable of after I could find no proper sources of Terran custom descriptions and explanations any where in the Star Fleet information logs. I have even consulted Dr. McCoy and he told me that you should be the one to explain everything to me." He shifted uncomfortably, which for a Vulcan was a minute change in posture, as he continued with his heart-felt question. "Nyota, would you please explain the Terran wedding ceremony to me so that I may better understand your culture, so that I will not cause you any undue pain with my ignorance?" Spock really hoped that Dr. McCoy knew what he was talking about.
As soon as the question had left Spock's lips, Nyota flung herself around him pulling him into a tight hug that had the toppling back onto the bed. "Oh Spock that is the most romantic thing you have ever said! You really want to learn more about my culture! You asked Bones for advice! You must really want to understand what I keep talking about!" She was punctuating every sentence with a kiss to a different part of Spock's exposed skin. "I will explain everything down to the flowers and garter belt, but first my naughty Vulcan I want my dessert before dinner." Nyota giggled as she nipped Spock's ear. Maybe being a Vulcan bride wouldn't be so bad after all. Spock flipped the couple over so that he was hovering over her with love radiating in his dark eyes. She had one last conscious thought before passion fogged her mind: she owed Bones the biggest flask of whiskey ever made.
A/N: Thanks for reading
I really am not a good Uhura/Spock writer. Any comments to help me do better would be greatly appreciated. Tell me what you think.